Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

Gendarmerie Headquarters.

Zhou Zhengqing lazily sank into the leather seat, his slender fingers tapping the mahogany tabletop from time to time.

Staring at the translucent system interface floating in front of his eyes, the data stream on the dim blue light screen flowed in front of his eyes like a brilliant galaxy, appearing particularly mysterious.

The value of merit points is rising at a speed visible to the naked eye, and each jump is accompanied by a subtle electronic sound effect, like the crisp sound of gold coins falling into a purse.

This was contributed by the two Type A divisions still struggling at sea...

"Interesting..." Zhou Zhengqing narrowed his eyes and studied this new computing system.

Although he had tried for several days, he still couldn't completely crack the system's complex merit algorithm.

It seems that actions such as killing the devils, destroying important facilities, and changing the direction of the battle will bring different levels of merit points and reputation points rewards.

But none of that matters at this moment.

What’s important is that these constantly fluctuating numbers represent real power.

This was different from the previous system crash, when he killed the devils just to restart the system.

And now these merit points...

Zhou Zhengqing's fingertips gently slid across the light curtain, calling up the exchange interface. Weapons and equipment, supplies, medical drugs, even industrial production lines and some advanced items were all displayed there with clearly marked prices.

"This is what we call value for money." Zhou Zhengqing's lips curled up into a playful smile.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and a faint curve appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Outside the window, the chirping of cicadas can be faintly heard. From the celadon teacup on the desk, the fragrance of Longjing tea rises, outlining an elegant trajectory in the sunlight.

He picked up the teacup and took a sip. The tea was clear and sweet, but it was nothing compared to the joy he felt at the moment of planning his strategy.

The military police are arresting Seiji Kazuki?

It's just a chess piece on the board that's about to be eaten.

From the moment the plan was launched, the fate of the core figures in the garrison headquarters was like a butterfly nailed to a specimen stand, having long lost the possibility of struggling.

He gently put down the teacup, and the porcelain and mahogany made a crisp sound when they touched.

The two Type A divisions, the most elite forces of the Japanese Army, lost more than 10,000 men in just a few days, and are still losing men every moment until now!

According to the intelligence Zhou Zhengqing had, this was only the result of the initial outbreak of the plague.

This ancient plague, known as the "Black Death", showed astonishing lethality in the closed cabin environment.

The infected person first has a persistent high fever, followed by large purple-black bruises under the skin, and the lymphatic system quickly ulcerates.

The most terrifying thing is the speed of its onset. A strong soldier will cough up bloody foamy sputum within 24 hours, and will basically die of multiple organ failure after 48 hours.

Those with weaker constitutions often collapse within hours of the onset of symptoms, and die in a horrific manner.

What’s even more chilling is that this is just the beginning.

The "special cargo" released by Yudai Itai this time also contained anthrax bacteria with a longer incubation period.

Zhou Zhengqing seemed to have already seen the figures falling down in the cabin one after another in the next few days.

Those Japanese soldiers who managed to escape the plague would soon find painless ulcers on their skin or suddenly cough up blood, which were signs of anthrax.

Unlike the last tentative poisoning of the Kwantung Army, this time Banjing was obviously taking a gamble.

When it came to the Kwantung Army, Itai Yudai and others were afraid that it would affect themselves, so they were cautious about the amount and types of supplies released.

In addition, the Kwantung Army had plans to use special weapons against the Soviet Union, and the troops had also undergone infection drills. In addition, the Kwantung Army had several special forces similar to the Togo Force, and as soon as they found something wrong, they began to intervene and isolate.

So the effect did not meet expectations.

But this time it was different. Yudai Itai was completely determined.

He brought out almost all the "family assets" accumulated by the Togo troops over the years, including plague bacteria, anthrax spores, and Vibrio cholerae... These carefully cultivated "demons" were now spreading wantonly on the Japanese transport ships.

Given the enclosed environment of the transport ship and the almost crazy amount of troops deployed by Banjing this time, the two Type A divisions would probably be wiped out.

Those soldiers known as the "elite of the empire" are now trapped in floating steel coffins, unable to even implement the most basic isolation measures.

"This thing is really useful..." Zhou Zhengqing murmured to himself.

Zhou Zhengqing could almost imagine the chaotic scene in the Army Ministry at this moment. Those generals who were usually arrogant were probably furious in the conference room at this moment.

The staff officers tremblingly handed in casualty reports, but were met with even more violent roars in return.

The ministers were blaming each other at the Emperor's meeting...

Thinking of this, Zhou Zhengqing couldn't help laughing.

"Two Type A divisions..." Zhou Zhengqing's lips curved wider and wider.

This is the most elite field force of the Japanese army, and every soldier is a veteran who has undergone several years of rigorous training.

Even if the military urgently recruits new soldiers from the mainland, how can they be compared with these veterans who have been trained for a long time?

Without more than one year of training, it is impossible to form combat effectiveness.

"Mr. Banjing, you really helped a lot this time." Zhou Zhengqing picked up the teacup and made a toast gesture to the void.

He couldn't praise the lively Yudai Itai in person, so Zhou Zhengqing only dared to express his respect when he was alone.

The sunlight from outside the window shines through the glass, casting mottled light and shadows on his face, but it cannot shine into those bottomless eyes.

Turning my eyes to the battle map on the wall, the mark in the direction of Shanghai is particularly eye-catching.

How much longer the Third Fleet Marines can hold out is anyone's guess.

And the person who was blamed for all this, the "culprit" Kozuki Seiji, can imagine what fate awaits him.

Just as Zhou Zhengqing was immersed in thought, his slender fingers unconsciously slid across the table.

Beneath, bee, bee.

Three rhythmic knocks on the door interrupted his thoughts.

You can tell who it is by the unique way of knocking on the door without having to guess.

"Come in."

The door was gently pushed open, and Qi's figure appeared at the door.

He was still wearing a black samurai uniform, a katana on his waist, and wooden clogs on his feet, looking like a samurai from the Edo period.

Zhou Zhengqing's brows knitted together immediately. "You're wearing this again? Is the uniform I prepared for you just for show? This is the Military Police Headquarters, not a dojo in Kyoto!"

Qi knelt on one knee respectfully, the sword making a crisp sound against the floor: “Master, please forgive me.

This outfit is more suitable for drawing a sword at any time."

He raised his head, his eyes determined: "The restraint of the military uniform will affect my movements and hinder the speed of drawing the sword!"